Okay folks, there's a photo symposium coming up in Kapital City.
Titled: "The Shrinking World of Photography", it's taking place Saturday, January 24th. There are a few peripheral events taking place around this as well.
Here's the poster, you can get the gist of it from that:
And, if you want more info, here's a link: XXXX
One of the feature exhibitions of the symposium is a group show by the members of the Boreal Collective, which I had the honour to curate.
This is a schematic of that exhibition and I'll attach my statement here as well.
Nothing in this world is ever the result of just one other thing. Everything is an amalgam; every instant is a coincidence. But the stress of our lives since birth creates filters we use to process, and react to, the world we move through. Our thinking is not evenly weighted; we always give preference to this over that. And so we make some so-called sense.
Photographers who go out into the world, make contact and bring back evidence are stuck on the horns of this dilemma. How to sort things out while they’re there on the ground, what to record and how to record it and, then, how to process, pick and choose, after the fact, from that pile of data. Why this? Why not that?
The camera always transforms the subject of the photograph into something else: a frozen shard of time and space. In the hands of a practiced practitioner, though, it can close the gap between the external (the normative subject) and the internal (the photographer’s subjectivity) in miraculous ways. It can turn reality into resonance.
When I was asked to curate a show for Boreal, I asked each member to send me ten or fifteen images that, to them, went well past any objective look at what they had actually photographed. I wanted to see images they considered more than mere document, images that were, in fact, representations of how they feel.
What you see here is a further mutation of reality. I chose and arranged these particular images not because they are photographs of a hearth or fireworks or a baby, but in spite of that. This, to me, is life.
Tony Fouhse January, 2015